The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hammer struck the oak with a dull, final thud. Elias Thorne wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a streak of grey dust across his skin. He was forty-five, his hands mapped with scars from a life of wood and iron, and he stood in the center of the Blackwood Manor’s main hall, a space that felt less like a room and more like a throat waiting to swallow. The restoration was three years in...

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